Hey you guys. So after reading stories like "RENT: In a Nutshell" and "Chat" I decided to write my own little RENT recap fic while taking a break from my other stories and skipping class. I got the ideas and dialogue from a friend of mine who is not a RENT fan. This is really their interpretation of the show.

Mark: December 24, 9 pm Est. Blah, Blah, Blah. My films suck. So to pass the time I think I'll film homeless people.

Roger: I want to write a song. (Plays guitar)

Mark: You sound like shit, stop.

The phone rings

Mrs. Cohen: Mark pick up. It's your mother I'm overbearing and your girlfriend is a lesbian but life's good. Bye!

The phone rings a second time

Collins: Yo bitches I'm downstairs. Throw me the key. Oh shit I- (Mark gets a dial tone)

Mark: Collins? What happened?

The phone rings yet again

Benny: Hey you bums I need the rent.

Mark and Roger: Benny you suck. We are broke and you know it.

Benny: Still need the rent.

Mark: My girlfriend left me for someone else. I don't have time for this!

Benny: What's his name?

Roger: Joanne

Benny: Too bad, still need the rent.

Roger: (plays guitar)

Mark: Shut Up (the power blows) Thank God.

Mark, Roger and angry tenants: Rent, Rent, RENT! We ain't got it, so we can't pay. But we're going to make it look like we're rebelling against the system. Fuck you Benny!

(On the street…)

Collins: Ow. I got beat up.

Angel: You okay?

Collins: I just said I got beat up do you think I'm okay?

Angel: Get over it. I've got AIDS.

Collins: No shit? Me too!

Angel: Cool I've got to go to Life support at 9:30. Wanna go?

Collins: Yeah but we gotta go see my friends first.

(Back in the loft...)

Mark: You going to Mo's show?

Roger: No flow, can't go.

Mark: Whatever. Take your AZT. (to audience) Roger is depressed and he has AIDS which he got from his dead girlfriend.

Roger: Why do I suck so much? I just want to write one kick ass song. But it's hard when you are an ex-junkie and your girlfriend killed herself? No subject matter at all.

There's a knock at the door.

Mimi: Look I don't have any heat so light this candle and I'll seduce you.

Roger: You're-

Mimi: Stop staring at my ass!

Roger: You look familiar. Kind of like my dead girlfriend. But only when you smile.

Mimi: I strip at the Cat Scratch Club

Roger: So that's why your ass looks familiar.

Mimi: I dropped my stash.

Roger: Crack kills.

Mimi: I've got a cold.

Roger: Yeah right. I used to be a junkie.

Mimi: You remind me of my father. Your hands are big like his. Light my candle andwe'll see what else is big on you.

Roger: Uh no. Get that damn candle out of my face so I can take your stash. Oh and I'm Roger by the way.

Mimi: They call me Mimi.

Roger: Who's they?

Mimi: Wouldn't you like to know?